"Waabizheshi and the Mermaid"

"Aaniin. Biindigen! Hello, welcome to this blog!

Today's blog story is the first in a new series named "Love Stories From the Land of Many Lakes". 

It is a collection of love stories written and illustrated by myself and Simone McLeod. The stories are based on aadizookaanan (traditional stories) of our People, the Ojibwe Anishinaabeg from Gaa-zaaga'eganigak, the land of many lakes - the Great Lakes area of North America.

The stories are of a sacred, healing nature and told within a romantic context, their allegorical themes often provided with a personal touch.

Today, we tell the zaagi'iwewi-aadizookaan (sacred love story) of Waabizheshi and the Mermaid.* 

To our ancestors, Mermaids were metaphorical interpretations of fish, symbolizing temptation, their nature combining the qualities of beauty and treachery. Like Mermen, they belong to the world of the fish spirits. They are one of the giigoonhyag (fish clans), known for long life and baldness in old age." 

Love Stories From The Land Of Many Lakes, part 1

"A new story told and illustrated by Simone McLeod and Zhaawano Giizhik"



Ahaw, 'ngad aadzooke, “Now, I will tell a traditional story.”


Once upon a time two young men of the Ojibwe nation, named Name and Waabizheshi, were out fishing when a ferocious storm arose forcing them to take refuge on the shores of the bay. As the evening fell and they were lying comfortably underneath a shelter they had constructed of giizhikaandagoog (cedar branches) and watching the camp fire they heard above the thunder of the waves the melancholic, even mournful voice of a woman coming from the shore.

Then, above the thunder of waves and the lamenting woman’s voice, they heard another, even stranger voice, singing:

“Her head hangs low

as the days go on

nights are so lonely

she thought she had won

a heart that never knew

where true love hid

look up sweet mermaid

see what you did

shadows dancing past

in the moonlight glow

the scent of his skin

is one that you know

one up so high

he can only be the sky

dare you venture forth

never asking why?

oh but his world is not

where you belong

hold onto your gifts

learn how to be strong

sitting on a rock

when sun is reaching out

does he even hear you

when you're too shy to shout

lay your sleepy head

on the floor of the sea

hair so beautiful

a sight as black as night can be

curls that can rival

ocean’s strongest waves

a smile destined to make

any men her slaves

but sweet mermaid

your dilemma I do see

you only love the unknown one

the man you will never see...”

Waabizheshi rushed down to the beach. In doing this, he ignored the warnings of his wise friend who understood that the deep melancholy of the strange song was extremely dangerous because it was capable of drowning out a man’s own voice of reason and sense of self. Waabizheshi, however, was sure that the woman the strange voice sang about was in distress and, as he saw no one on the beach, he jumped into the rolling waves of the bay.

Waabizheshi thought he saw sitting on a rock in the water a beautiful woman with long pitch-black hair, thick and curly. But as soon as he reached the rock he was immediately pulled under! He passed out and when he regained consciousness, tayaa! he found himself amid aadizokanaa giigoonhyag (Fish-beings) who were part human and part fish and who, as he would find out later on, were able to shape shift in either a water being or a human being!

The Fish-beings told Waabizheshi that after drowning he had traveled through 4 levels of life and death before arriving in this strange land on the bottom of the lake.


Upon hearing this Waabizheshi shouted that he wanted to return to his people in the Land of the Living, but alas, the giigoo ogimaa (spokesman of the Fish-beings) shook his silver-gray head, telling him that this was not possible. Waabizheshi was told that the beautiful curly-headed woman who had lured him into the waters of the bay and into the Land of the Fish-beings had fallen in love with him. Waabizheshi was to marry her and they would have many children together and he would help the other Fish-beings to bring as many as possible of the Ojibwe to this new underwater land.

Understanding that he had no choice, Waabizheshi accepted his fate, knowing that there was no way he could ignore the love that the beautiful Nibiinaabekwe, whose name means Sleep Being Woman, held for him. At first, Waabizheshi felt no love for her, but one evening he heard her sing in a low and quiet voice:

“I close my eyes

attempt to sleep

upon my lids

what is this I see

his crooked smile

lines of his face

how he puts me

in a happy place

first thing I see

at morning’s light

last thing I say

at dark of night

a man whose skin

I have never touched

how can it be

I love him so much…”

Upon hearing Nibiinaabekwe sing her quiet love song, Waabizheshi fell in love with her and he finally consented to marry her. As predicted by the giigoo-ogimaa, they had many curly-headed children together. Waabizheshi was happy and content in his new land and his new family on the bottom on the lake. But since he was a curious person he asked Giigoo ogimaa if he could return to the Land of the Living to visit his parents. Gigoo ogimaa, knowing he could trust Waabizheshi, granted him and his children permission to visit the Land of the Living, but since he was a very wise fish person, he warned Waabizheshi that his visit might cause sorrow for him and his children, and also among his people, the Ojibwe. Waabizheshi, taking the ogimaa’s advise at heart, decided to go without his children.

Digi-painting "The Love Story Of Waabizheshi And The Mermaid " by Simone McLeod and Zhaawano Giizhik (2013).

Short after Waabizheshi resurfaced he found himself on the very same beach he had left, and to his surprise the gale was still raging and his friend Name was still calling his name over the waters of the bay!

Waabizheshi was struck dumb with astonishment and surprise. That he had gone to the land beneath the lake, married, and fathered children while the same storm was still beating the coastline and Name was shouting his name through the wind, was truly incomprehensible to him. Could his new life down there have happened in just the blink of an eye? Could it be that his descent to the lake’s underworld was measured by another time than the linear rule of time that governed the upper earth?

“Niijii! Maampii!” (Friend, I’m here!), Waabizheshi yelled out above the thundering waves and screaming gale, and he swam toward his friend who stood on the shore, transfixed to the earth and looking pale, his eyes showing anxiety and consternation. “Tayaa!” Name stammered. “You are nothing more than jiibay, a ghost! The treacherous Sleep-Being-Woman has seized you! How many times have you been warned that your curiosity would get you killed one day! What shall I tell your parents?”

Waabizheshi, smiling, placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Do not blame yourself niijii, what has happened was not your fault. And do not feel sorry for me, because I am perfectly happy with my new life. Do not bother, I will go to my parents myself.”


Waabizheshi left his friend on the shore and appeared to his parents in their dreams, recounting his adventures with the Fish People as if it happened years ago, although in their perception of time, it had happened last night.

Upon seeing their lost son his mother started to cry and his father lamented, “We warned you of Sleep-Being-Woman so many times but you didn't listen. Now she has taken hold of you, my son. And we will never see you again in this life.” He too started to weep.

Waabizheshi, however, did his best to console his parents, telling them how happy he was among the Fish-beings and telling them about their grandchildren, and he tried to convince them to return with him to the Land of the Fish-beings so that they could live with his family. But alas, no matter what he said, they refused with a shudder.

Waabizheshi, saddened that his parents would never meet their grandchildren, returned to his adoptive people, the Fish-beings. And although his heart was heavy with grief, he longed to see his curly-haired wife and his curly-haired children and he was glad that he would never have to live in the upper world again.

Giiwenh. Miigwech gibizindaw noongom mii dash gidibaajimotoon wa’aw zaagi'iwewi-aadizookaan. Bi-waabamishinaang miinawaa daga!

So the story goes. Thank you for listening to us today, to let us tell you about this sacred love story. Please come see us again!